Wang Hui suddenly grabbed Song Zheng's throat with his hand shaped like a claw.
"Wang Hui, how dare you..."
Seeing Wang Hui dare to actually attack him, Song Zheng's expression turned to panic.
He was Hua Qing's close aide, and besides Hua Qing, everyone else treated him with utmost respect.
Relying on Hua Qing's prestige, he could act high and mighty among the trial disciples, fox borrowing tiger's might.
But suddenly seeing Wang Hui's fierce demeanor, his heart started to panic.
"Wang Hui, let me go, or Brother Hua won't spare you when he returns!"
Song Zheng gasped as he desperately pulled at Wang Hui's hands.
"Hmph!"
"Now Mr. Ye is our master."
"Hua Qing has long been dead and gone!"
Wang Hui glanced at Ye Guichen behind him as he spoke.
"What!"
"Brother Hua is at the True Immortal Realm, how could anyone possibly challenge him!"
Upon hearing this news, Song Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief, as if they were about to fall out.
